1. Horseplay 2


    Date: 2/1/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    close on the pillows. She stroked my face. ‘Did you like Prissy?’ ‘How could I not?’ ‘No, you’re right. They’re both lovely.’ She kissed my mouth then. I stroked her breasts and she stroked mine, liberating them my nightdress and rolling my nipples between her fingers while her tongue slithered into my mouth. Her hand went down between us, gathering up my nightie and finding my already wet puss waiting for her. ‘Tart,’ she smiled. ‘You get wet at the sight of a finger never mind the touch.’ ‘I get wet looking at you.’ ‘I know.’ She kissed me harder and then rolled me onto my back. She brushed my hair away from my face and pushed my knees apart with hers. ‘Poky wants some of that wet.’ She had that hungry look. Mind you, she often did. Her appetite was prodigious. I do not complain. I lifted my knees and she entered me. Her face was right above mine, her cornflower eyes sparkling. She entered me like it was our first time, gently, hesitantly and wonderfully. I groaned as the purple dildo slid into me and lifted my hips to her. As our tongues developed a little dance, so her hips lifted up and pressed down. ‘I am going to shag you senseless this week.’ Vicky always talked a lot during sex. ‘I’m going to fuck you every day. I think I might use your puss in the mornings and your arse at night.’ A brief pause to draw breath. ‘Or then, I might use both each time. Oh, and of course there is always the afternoon nap. Oh, fuck, that’s good. Wrap your legs round me, darling, I want ...
    Poky right up you.’ And so it went on until I was arching under her and she was open-mouthed and groaning as her orgasm welled up. Mine was first. It was long and noisy and I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, her mouth whispering obscenities in my ear: obscenities that were words of love. She rolled off me after she came. I could tell it had been a good one. She pulled the dildo out of her and laid it on the bedside table. ‘Get down there and inspect the damage.’ She pushed the top of my head and I went down under the duvet and pulled her pyjama trousers down and licked her, cleaned her, loved her. ‘Don’t forget the back door, sweetie, it gets bloody everywhere.’ In the morning, I woke up to find Vicky between my legs. In that hinterland between sleep and wakefulness I was not sure if I was dreaming until I felt a wet finger push into my bum. That does tend to wake one up. We showered together. That always takes longer than it should of course. Breakfast was a big, country affair. Jem made her own sausages and the bacon was from their own pigs, as the eggs were from their chickens. It was all beautiful. She’d baked the bread too. The tea and coffee were pretty much the only things they’d bought. I ate far more than usual. ‘If you get fat,’ said Vicky, ‘I’ll lock you in the barn with Pansy until you’re emaciated!’ ‘Quite right,’ said Prissy. ‘Last thing you want is a fat old bird. I keep Puddle under strict control.’ Puddle was pouring me tea at that point and in a ...
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